Little Korlasir
82nd Ymiden, 717
Midday
82nd Ymiden, 717
Midday
When Tio had first come to Scalvoris, he hadn’t expected that he’d end up being in much danger. Sure it was the famed Pirate city, and sure his choice in work usually had a habit of getting him wound up in a spot of trouble or two, but he usually tried to run away and hide from that trouble when it came, so he was fairly confident he could stay away from anything too life threatening if push came to shove.
As it happened he’d been wrong; this Ymiden alone had seen him come far closer to death than he was particularly comfortable with on more than one occasion, and yet in a strange way Tio was oddly fine with that. Though filled with danger this season had been weirdly rewarding, and if more of the same sort of stuff he’d encountered so far was lying in wait for him next season he honestly couldn’t see himself shying away from it. He was enjoying himself, and what was the point in ignoring the things in life that he enjoyed?
But even if he was strangely okay with putting his life in more danger than he was used to, that didn’t mean he was stupid enough to do it unprotected. And for that reason he’d visited a couple of shops in Scalvoris Town a few days ago and placed some particularly detailed orders for some new equipment. The first, and most expensive, of his orders had been at the blacksmithing shop the locals called Little Korlasir, and now that the trial had come when his order was supposed to be ready he found himself in Scalvoris Town once again walking through the doors of the blacksmiths once again.
“Ah Mr Silver, you’re looking well today. Come on in, you must be here to pick up your order yes?” The storeowner, a mountain of a man named Hurk, said with an honest smile.
“That’s right, is it all finished?” Tio replied.
A flicker of pride passed across Hurk’s eyes, and his smile widened with satisfaction. “Oh yes, and I think you’ll be very pleased with the result. Come with me to the back, I’ll show you what I’ve made.”
Hurk led Tio into a smaller room at the side of the store, in which a number of items were laid out on tables, most with pieces of black cloth over them to cover them up. They approached one such table on which four items, all concealed by cloth sheets, were displayed alongside a note that read ‘For Mr Silver’.
“A blacksmith’s work is his pride and joy, so please forgive me if I seem a tad dramatic.” Hurk beamed as he removed one of the cloth pieces. “We’ll start with the lesser pieces shall we? As ordered, one plain and simple pistol crossbow. No flair, no fuss, just a reliable weapon that you know you can count on when it matters.”
Underneath the cloth was indeed a pistol crossbow, simply but professionally made and no doubt suitable for use. Honestly speaking Tio wasn’t very well used to using crossbows of any kind, but by poisoning the crossbow bolts he might get a lucky hit in and gain an advantage before close combat. Tio held the sword and gave it a quick twirl about, focusing on the weight and balance of it, and then clipped it to his belt and nodded to Hurk in approval. It would suffice for the task he needed it for.
“Now here’s where we get to the good stuff.” Hurk continued, moving onto the second item and removing the cloth from on top of it. Underneath lay a set of beautiful leather gauntlets, greaves and a fauld, so rich and dark in colour that they almost looked black. Inlayed within them were thin veins of silver that swirled in wave-like spirals, outlining and connecting an assortment of small amber stones.
“They’re beautiful!” Tio gasped, taking one of the gauntlets and slipping it on to see if it fit. It did, like a glove, and Hurk smiled again proudly at his reaction.
“Aye, there are. And not just that, they’re far tougher than most pieces of leather armour will ever be!” He chuckled to himself. “As it should be considering how much’ll you’ll stand out on a battlefield in armour looking like this. You really did request one flashy looking set of equipment.”
Hurk then took the third item of the table, a long thin thing wrapped up carefully in the cloth sheet, and unwound the cloth around it so gently and carefully that it was obvious he treated this item with particular respect. Slowly the wrapping fell away, and Hurk presented the item within to Tio.
It was a short sword, ever so slightly curved into a cutlass shape, with a brushed silver handle and a guard that arced over one side to protect his fingers. The handle was wrapped tightly in clean black leather to ensure a solid grip, and the pommel was crafted into the shape of a rook chess piece with another small amber stone inlaid at the top of it. The sheath was a sleek, shiny black lined with silver and tipped at the end with more silver shaped in the form of a roaring lion’s head.
Tio drew the sword slowly from its sheath, admiring how the blade was so smooth and shiny he could see his own reflection in it. A few words from the ancient language had been engraved onto each side of it; on one side was the word for Fortune, and on the other the word for Freedom. He gave it a few swings through the air, marvelling at how fast and gracefully it moved despite its weight.
“I thought you’d like that it. I ain’t ashamed to say I’m rather fond of that one; though I’ve made tougher works, that one’s got to be one of the beautiful weapons I’ve ever had the pleasure of forging. I almost don’t want to give it up.” Hurk hummed. “Swords like that are usually worth giving their own name. Any idea what you want to call it?”
“Winterbite.” Tio replied, thinking of how the contrast of silver and steel against black gave it a cold, wintery kind of feel.
Hurk nodded in approval. “A fine name. I’m sure it’ll serve you well. Now then, on to the next piece…”
Next came the fourth item, and with a flourish Hurk pulled back the cloth to reveal a short, stylish lookingcombat knife. Much like the cutlass it made been made to be just as beautiful as effective, with a silvery metal handle wrapped in black leather to match it, and the pommel was shaped into the form of a bishop chess piece with a tiny amber coloured stone imbedded right into the top of it. The blade itself was long and lethally sharp, and was so clean and smooth that the flat edges of it were reflective enough to be used as a proper mirror.
Tio drew the blade out of its sheath, which was also black with silver lining to match his new swords, and gave it a few experimental stabs to test its weight. It was light and very nicely balanced, and once he coated it with the Rubberlegs poison he’d gotten from Berwlin’s Brews he was sure it would be an effective covert weapon. One never knew when a hidden weapon might come in handy, and a knife this size would be easy enough to conceal on his person. Mentally Tio decided to name the knife ‘Frostbite’, as its smaller size yet similar style made it seem like a little brother to his new cutlass.
Hurk then removed the cloth from the final item, revealing a set of clear metal chainmail. Though it looked nothing like as fancy as the other two pieces, this chainmail was made from much smaller rings than a normal piece and seemed tailor made to fit the shape of his torso.
“It may not look as rich as the rest of it, but I can guarantee you now that no chainmail short of magical is tougher than this here set. It is a masterwork; a perfect blend of alloys shaped with the most advanced forging techniques known to man.” Though it was no less admiring Hurk’s tone was serious and sharp, with none of the artful appreciation he’d held for the previous works. “You could not ask for a finer piece of armour. Aeva herself would be hard pressed to make a bettter set.”
Tio grinned at the blacksmith. “It’s amazing, as are all the other pieces. Thank you Hurk, you’ve outdone yourself.”
“Always happy to hear that my work’s appreciated.” Hurk replied, offering Tio his hand. “If you ever need anything I hope you’ll think of me. Come back whenever you like.”
Tio shook the offered hand. “I will, thank you. Here’s the payment, don’t spend it all at once.”
“Ha! No promises. Take care of yourself.”
“And you. Goodbye Hurk.”
With that Tio left the store, his newly bought weapons and armour packed carefully in his backpack for the journey home. There were a few other items he needed to pick up; a tailor made jacket and trousers to go with the armour, a pair of robes and a two sets of crossbow bolts, but they were merely supplements for the equipment he’d purchased here. What was important was that now, with these pieces of equipment, he was ready for whatever else fate might throw his way.
As it happened he’d been wrong; this Ymiden alone had seen him come far closer to death than he was particularly comfortable with on more than one occasion, and yet in a strange way Tio was oddly fine with that. Though filled with danger this season had been weirdly rewarding, and if more of the same sort of stuff he’d encountered so far was lying in wait for him next season he honestly couldn’t see himself shying away from it. He was enjoying himself, and what was the point in ignoring the things in life that he enjoyed?
But even if he was strangely okay with putting his life in more danger than he was used to, that didn’t mean he was stupid enough to do it unprotected. And for that reason he’d visited a couple of shops in Scalvoris Town a few days ago and placed some particularly detailed orders for some new equipment. The first, and most expensive, of his orders had been at the blacksmithing shop the locals called Little Korlasir, and now that the trial had come when his order was supposed to be ready he found himself in Scalvoris Town once again walking through the doors of the blacksmiths once again.
“Ah Mr Silver, you’re looking well today. Come on in, you must be here to pick up your order yes?” The storeowner, a mountain of a man named Hurk, said with an honest smile.
“That’s right, is it all finished?” Tio replied.
A flicker of pride passed across Hurk’s eyes, and his smile widened with satisfaction. “Oh yes, and I think you’ll be very pleased with the result. Come with me to the back, I’ll show you what I’ve made.”
Hurk led Tio into a smaller room at the side of the store, in which a number of items were laid out on tables, most with pieces of black cloth over them to cover them up. They approached one such table on which four items, all concealed by cloth sheets, were displayed alongside a note that read ‘For Mr Silver’.
“A blacksmith’s work is his pride and joy, so please forgive me if I seem a tad dramatic.” Hurk beamed as he removed one of the cloth pieces. “We’ll start with the lesser pieces shall we? As ordered, one plain and simple pistol crossbow. No flair, no fuss, just a reliable weapon that you know you can count on when it matters.”
Underneath the cloth was indeed a pistol crossbow, simply but professionally made and no doubt suitable for use. Honestly speaking Tio wasn’t very well used to using crossbows of any kind, but by poisoning the crossbow bolts he might get a lucky hit in and gain an advantage before close combat. Tio held the sword and gave it a quick twirl about, focusing on the weight and balance of it, and then clipped it to his belt and nodded to Hurk in approval. It would suffice for the task he needed it for.
“Now here’s where we get to the good stuff.” Hurk continued, moving onto the second item and removing the cloth from on top of it. Underneath lay a set of beautiful leather gauntlets, greaves and a fauld, so rich and dark in colour that they almost looked black. Inlayed within them were thin veins of silver that swirled in wave-like spirals, outlining and connecting an assortment of small amber stones.
“They’re beautiful!” Tio gasped, taking one of the gauntlets and slipping it on to see if it fit. It did, like a glove, and Hurk smiled again proudly at his reaction.
“Aye, there are. And not just that, they’re far tougher than most pieces of leather armour will ever be!” He chuckled to himself. “As it should be considering how much’ll you’ll stand out on a battlefield in armour looking like this. You really did request one flashy looking set of equipment.”
Hurk then took the third item of the table, a long thin thing wrapped up carefully in the cloth sheet, and unwound the cloth around it so gently and carefully that it was obvious he treated this item with particular respect. Slowly the wrapping fell away, and Hurk presented the item within to Tio.
It was a short sword, ever so slightly curved into a cutlass shape, with a brushed silver handle and a guard that arced over one side to protect his fingers. The handle was wrapped tightly in clean black leather to ensure a solid grip, and the pommel was crafted into the shape of a rook chess piece with another small amber stone inlaid at the top of it. The sheath was a sleek, shiny black lined with silver and tipped at the end with more silver shaped in the form of a roaring lion’s head.
Tio drew the sword slowly from its sheath, admiring how the blade was so smooth and shiny he could see his own reflection in it. A few words from the ancient language had been engraved onto each side of it; on one side was the word for Fortune, and on the other the word for Freedom. He gave it a few swings through the air, marvelling at how fast and gracefully it moved despite its weight.
“I thought you’d like that it. I ain’t ashamed to say I’m rather fond of that one; though I’ve made tougher works, that one’s got to be one of the beautiful weapons I’ve ever had the pleasure of forging. I almost don’t want to give it up.” Hurk hummed. “Swords like that are usually worth giving their own name. Any idea what you want to call it?”
“Winterbite.” Tio replied, thinking of how the contrast of silver and steel against black gave it a cold, wintery kind of feel.
Hurk nodded in approval. “A fine name. I’m sure it’ll serve you well. Now then, on to the next piece…”
Next came the fourth item, and with a flourish Hurk pulled back the cloth to reveal a short, stylish lookingcombat knife. Much like the cutlass it made been made to be just as beautiful as effective, with a silvery metal handle wrapped in black leather to match it, and the pommel was shaped into the form of a bishop chess piece with a tiny amber coloured stone imbedded right into the top of it. The blade itself was long and lethally sharp, and was so clean and smooth that the flat edges of it were reflective enough to be used as a proper mirror.
Tio drew the blade out of its sheath, which was also black with silver lining to match his new swords, and gave it a few experimental stabs to test its weight. It was light and very nicely balanced, and once he coated it with the Rubberlegs poison he’d gotten from Berwlin’s Brews he was sure it would be an effective covert weapon. One never knew when a hidden weapon might come in handy, and a knife this size would be easy enough to conceal on his person. Mentally Tio decided to name the knife ‘Frostbite’, as its smaller size yet similar style made it seem like a little brother to his new cutlass.
Hurk then removed the cloth from the final item, revealing a set of clear metal chainmail. Though it looked nothing like as fancy as the other two pieces, this chainmail was made from much smaller rings than a normal piece and seemed tailor made to fit the shape of his torso.
“It may not look as rich as the rest of it, but I can guarantee you now that no chainmail short of magical is tougher than this here set. It is a masterwork; a perfect blend of alloys shaped with the most advanced forging techniques known to man.” Though it was no less admiring Hurk’s tone was serious and sharp, with none of the artful appreciation he’d held for the previous works. “You could not ask for a finer piece of armour. Aeva herself would be hard pressed to make a bettter set.”
Tio grinned at the blacksmith. “It’s amazing, as are all the other pieces. Thank you Hurk, you’ve outdone yourself.”
“Always happy to hear that my work’s appreciated.” Hurk replied, offering Tio his hand. “If you ever need anything I hope you’ll think of me. Come back whenever you like.”
Tio shook the offered hand. “I will, thank you. Here’s the payment, don’t spend it all at once.”
“Ha! No promises. Take care of yourself.”
“And you. Goodbye Hurk.”
With that Tio left the store, his newly bought weapons and armour packed carefully in his backpack for the journey home. There were a few other items he needed to pick up; a tailor made jacket and trousers to go with the armour, a pair of robes and a two sets of crossbow bolts, but they were merely supplements for the equipment he’d purchased here. What was important was that now, with these pieces of equipment, he was ready for whatever else fate might throw his way.
Price Sheet
I thought I'd make this post because I'm making quite a large equipment purchase, and because its necessary for buying weapons and armour. Bellow is a summary of all the equipment I'm buying and their respective prices.
Weapons
Extravagant Short sword (Cutlass): 13gn x 4 = 52gn
Pistol Crossbow: 15gn
Bolts (20) x 2: 2 x 2 = 4gn
Total: 71gn
Armour
Extravagant Leather Gauntlets: 5gn x 4 = 20gn
Extravagant Leather Greaves: 5gn x 4 = 20gn
Extravagant leather Fauld: 5gn x 4 = 20gn
Masterwork Chainmail: 20gn x 8 = 160gn
Total: 220gn
Sum Total: 291gn
+20gn Extravagant Combat Knife (Listed separately in ledger)
Weapons
Extravagant Short sword (Cutlass): 13gn x 4 = 52gn
Pistol Crossbow: 15gn
Bolts (20) x 2: 2 x 2 = 4gn
Total: 71gn
Armour
Extravagant Leather Gauntlets: 5gn x 4 = 20gn
Extravagant Leather Greaves: 5gn x 4 = 20gn
Extravagant leather Fauld: 5gn x 4 = 20gn
Masterwork Chainmail: 20gn x 8 = 160gn
Total: 220gn
Sum Total: 291gn
+20gn Extravagant Combat Knife (Listed separately in ledger)
